Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Remains,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.